Thrall [November 8th] [5927] [Reborn!]
Title :: Thrall
Prompt :: November 8th, “a history that threatens to repeat itself.” [31_days]
Pairing :: 5927
Rating :: Hard R/NC-17
Warnings :: Spoilers for TYL arc; see rating. :3
Wordcount :: 1,770
Summary :: The nightmares were his own perpetual souvenir from the future, and he had become far too used to the sensation that his dreams were real.
The nightmares were his own perpetual souvenir from the future.
No matter how many months passed since they returned, since they fixed things, the nightmares persisted, a cloying reminder of the fact he had still failed.
(You failed him once, and that means you can always fail him again - you know you can never trust yourself, and now he knows that you cannot be trusted as well - you don’t even deserve to be near him, not when it’s only a matter of time until you fuck everything all up all over again-)
He knew Tsuna noticed the darkening circles beneath his eyes, saw the lines crease his boss’ face when their eyes met, and the guilt only churned even harder in his gut for worrying him on top of everything else.
It was the sickest sort of catch-22 - can’t trust yourself to stay, can’t ever bring yourself to leave, can’t even find temporary solace in sleep or rest long enough to find an answer.
And he had become far too used to the sensation that his dreams were real. (Waking up in the night gasping, throat desperately raw and lip bleeding, as though he’d been alternately screaming and attempting to stifle himself; reaching out for a body that he could have sworn was limp but still warm with blood in his arms only a moment before and fingers only finding the phone instead; very nearly dialing before he can think, before he can register the time, just to hear his voice and reassure himself that he is still there.)
But even so, none of his dreams before had ever been like this.
And certainly none of them had involved walking into his boss’s room, only to find him stripped naked down to his boxers and handcuffed to the bed.
Gokudera stood perfectly frozen in the doorway, mouth slightly agape and wondering vaguely if this was what it felt like to have one’s brain explode.
And then, for lack of any proper response to the situation, he reverted back to his old trusty standby:
“Boss! Just tell me who did this to you and I’ll go blow them up straightaway!”
“Goku-Gokudera-kun!” Tsuna looked for all the world as though he was trying to flail, arms cuffed above his head or no. “Gokudera-kun, calm down! This was my own idea! You don’t need to blow anything up!”
Gokudera had never really realised before that it was possible for the human brain to explode twice, much less within a thirty-second span; but then, he’d always known his boss was capable of doing the impossible.
Consequently, he was not exactly aware of whatever tumbled out of his mouth next, but he had an idea that it involved words like interrupting and sorry and just go blow myself up, then and sorry a few more times for good measure.
“Gokudera-kun! You can’t interrupt yourself!”
Gokudera finally remembered to blink, and did so several times in rapid succession, fighting to keep his eyes on the Tenth’s overly-flushed face and not allow them to wander.
“This was supposed to be for you! W-why would I have asked you to come over here otherwise?!”
“This is entirely inappropriate, Tenth!”
He tried to yell, to put the proper emphasis behind those words (whatever they were; he still wasn’t quite sure and could barely hear past the blood rushing frantically in his ears anyway), and they just came out in a strangled squawk that he was probably lucky Tsuna could even understand.
“Gokudera-kun, i-it’s not like I know much about this sort of thing, but I kind of think that’s the point.”
“But I could never-!”
“I know. That’s why I went ahead and made the decision and got myself like this for you. Or, well, I asked Yamamoto for some help; I couldn’t have handcuffed myself to the bed, but…”
Gokudera suddenly saw red at the mention of Yamamoto’s name, and Tsuna grinned, his face lighting up through the still-rampant blush. Now things were getting back on more familiar ground, and so even the abrupt explosion of anger was soothing, in its own strange way.
“I-if you really don’t want to, that’s one thing,” Tsuna murmured, trying to spill all of the words out while he still had the courage to do so. “If you don’t want me. I wouldn’t have presumed, but…I trust you, Gokudera-kun. I trust you, and I knew you never would have listened if I just said so, and I didn’t know how else to show you and make it obvious.”
Gokudera’s words were stuck in his throat, and so Tsuna kept rambling into the silence: “I trust you with my life every day, made you my right-hand man, but even that isn’t enough to get through to you; I know it isn’t. And it hurts that you’ll listen to anything I say but that, that you’re so determined to keep me safe and watch over me but still can never let yourself see how much faith I have in you to do it. So even if we don’t…go through with this…will you at least remember that? Even if you don’t want me, will you remember that you’re good enough to?”
A beat.
Then, the quietest of whispers: “Gokudera-kun, you’re shaking.”
“T-tenth…”
Tsuna shook his head vehemently, the motion setting off a quiet clinking sound from the handcuffs. “Tsuna. Please. At least here.”
And he didn’t have the chance to say anything more, because then Gokudera was on the bed, carefully straddling him with a knee on either side of Tsuna’s hips, and kissing him with the same desperate fervour Tsuna already knew so well from battle. He was still trembling so badly that his fingertips felt like butterflies against Tsuna’s cheeks, but then, Tsuna had started trembling just as badly beneath him, and neither really seemed to care.
And when Gokudera gasped his name into his mouth - his name - Tsuna’s hips bucked involuntarily, his leg wrapping around Gokudera’s waist and the heel of his foot digging gently into the small of his back to press them even closer together. He whined softly just as Gokudera let out a helpless groan, moving down to bury his face in the curve of Tsuna’s neck and trail small heated kisses over its length.
“You’re so beautiful,” he breathed against his skin, and the words sounded more like a sob. “So beautiful.” He continued to follow the pulse downwards, finally pressing an open-mouthed kiss directly over his heartbeat - and then caught a nipple carefully between his teeth while stroking his hands along Tsuna’s sides. If he’d actually stopped to think about it, he never would have been able to go on from there (it was too much, too much, and he was already far too overwhelmed) - but he couldn’t think, not with the way Tsuna was arching up into him, all smooth skin and pleading whimpers and responding to his touch.
His.
And right then, that was all he needed to know.
“May I-?” he started in a voice shaking as badly as his limbs, now tracing his fingertips along the waistband of Tsuna’s boxers, and Tsuna gave him an immediate nod.
“Anything, Gokudera-kun. Anything.”
And Gokudera didn’t let himself think about that either, only moved. A long-fingered hand was slid slowly into the boxers, and Gokudera was the one who moaned first at just the feel of Tsuna in his hand, leaning back up to muffle the sound against Tsuna’s lips and catch Tsuna’s answering noises on his tongue. He learned quickly - memorising which speeds caused the hardest shuddering in the body below his, which movements of his wrist caused the sharpest inhalations of breath.
And he only pulled away from Tsuna’s mouth to watch the way pleasure coursed over his face, and his own breath caught sharply with something that might just have been pride.
He didn’t have the chance to watch it for long.
“Nn, god, Gokudera, I-I think I’m-”
And before he could finish, Gokudera had pushed his boxers the rest of the way down and wrapped his lips around the head of Tsuna’s cock.
It didn’t take any more than that to send the other boy completely over the edge, coming in his mouth with a sudden, sharp cry of Gokudera’s name.
“G-Gokudera-kun, you didn’t have to…do that…”
“I wanted to,” Gokudera answered quickly, still hard but sounding just as dazed as Tsuna himself. “I wanted to taste you.” I wanted to make sure that this was real.
He didn’t think he had ever seen Tsuna go quite so red, or seen him quite so stunning. He was still panting, muscles quivering and skin covered in a fine sheen of sweat, lips swollen and eyes half-lidded; and Gokudera could think of nothing more than continuing to touch him, of mapping every inch of that skin out with his hands.
“Can you - can you uncuff me, please? The key’s on the bedside table,” Tsuna asked quietly, and Gokudera rushed to comply, wanting to lace his fingers through his and slowly kiss the red marks left from the cuffs away, to feel the pulse beneath his lips.
But Tsuna had other things in mind.
The moment he had been freed and moved back up into a sitting position, his hands were on Gokudera, undoing his belts as he brushed kisses along his throat, smiling shyly up at him as he stripped him all of the way down.
Gokudera bit hard at his lower lip, digging his nails into his palms and fighting not to come at just the way Tsuna looked at him. He didn’t want this to be over yet, ever, and he refused to let himself end it so soon…
And then Tsuna took his freed cock in his mouth, lips and tongue sliding slowly, wetly, down the shaft; and Gokudera could do nothing but fist his hands into those soft tufts of hair, coming so hard he didn’t even have the air to scream.
He didn’t know which one of them caught hold of the other first, after - was really, all things considered, surprised he even still knew his own name. All he knew was that neither was letting the other go, arms wrapping around sweat-slick bodies in a tight, comforting tangle of limbs.
“You make me so happy, Gokudera-kun. So happy,” Tsuna murmured sleepily, hair tickling Gokudera’s skin as Tsuna nuzzled his face into the hollow of his throat, head tucked neatly beneath his chin; and there wasn’t even a word of complaint when Gokudera clutched him so fiercely to his chest that he almost couldn’t breathe.
Prompt :: November 8th, “a history that threatens to repeat itself.” [31_days]
Pairing :: 5927
Rating :: Hard R/NC-17
Warnings :: Spoilers for TYL arc; see rating. :3
Wordcount :: 1,770
Summary :: The nightmares were his own perpetual souvenir from the future, and he had become far too used to the sensation that his dreams were real.
The nightmares were his own perpetual souvenir from the future.
No matter how many months passed since they returned, since they fixed things, the nightmares persisted, a cloying reminder of the fact he had still failed.
(You failed him once, and that means you can always fail him again - you know you can never trust yourself, and now he knows that you cannot be trusted as well - you don’t even deserve to be near him, not when it’s only a matter of time until you fuck everything all up all over again-)
He knew Tsuna noticed the darkening circles beneath his eyes, saw the lines crease his boss’ face when their eyes met, and the guilt only churned even harder in his gut for worrying him on top of everything else.
It was the sickest sort of catch-22 - can’t trust yourself to stay, can’t ever bring yourself to leave, can’t even find temporary solace in sleep or rest long enough to find an answer.
And he had become far too used to the sensation that his dreams were real. (Waking up in the night gasping, throat desperately raw and lip bleeding, as though he’d been alternately screaming and attempting to stifle himself; reaching out for a body that he could have sworn was limp but still warm with blood in his arms only a moment before and fingers only finding the phone instead; very nearly dialing before he can think, before he can register the time, just to hear his voice and reassure himself that he is still there.)
But even so, none of his dreams before had ever been like this.
And certainly none of them had involved walking into his boss’s room, only to find him stripped naked down to his boxers and handcuffed to the bed.
Gokudera stood perfectly frozen in the doorway, mouth slightly agape and wondering vaguely if this was what it felt like to have one’s brain explode.
And then, for lack of any proper response to the situation, he reverted back to his old trusty standby:
“Boss! Just tell me who did this to you and I’ll go blow them up straightaway!”
“Goku-Gokudera-kun!” Tsuna looked for all the world as though he was trying to flail, arms cuffed above his head or no. “Gokudera-kun, calm down! This was my own idea! You don’t need to blow anything up!”
Gokudera had never really realised before that it was possible for the human brain to explode twice, much less within a thirty-second span; but then, he’d always known his boss was capable of doing the impossible.
Consequently, he was not exactly aware of whatever tumbled out of his mouth next, but he had an idea that it involved words like interrupting and sorry and just go blow myself up, then and sorry a few more times for good measure.
“Gokudera-kun! You can’t interrupt yourself!”
Gokudera finally remembered to blink, and did so several times in rapid succession, fighting to keep his eyes on the Tenth’s overly-flushed face and not allow them to wander.
“This was supposed to be for you! W-why would I have asked you to come over here otherwise?!”
“This is entirely inappropriate, Tenth!”
He tried to yell, to put the proper emphasis behind those words (whatever they were; he still wasn’t quite sure and could barely hear past the blood rushing frantically in his ears anyway), and they just came out in a strangled squawk that he was probably lucky Tsuna could even understand.
“Gokudera-kun, i-it’s not like I know much about this sort of thing, but I kind of think that’s the point.”
“But I could never-!”
“I know. That’s why I went ahead and made the decision and got myself like this for you. Or, well, I asked Yamamoto for some help; I couldn’t have handcuffed myself to the bed, but…”
Gokudera suddenly saw red at the mention of Yamamoto’s name, and Tsuna grinned, his face lighting up through the still-rampant blush. Now things were getting back on more familiar ground, and so even the abrupt explosion of anger was soothing, in its own strange way.
“I-if you really don’t want to, that’s one thing,” Tsuna murmured, trying to spill all of the words out while he still had the courage to do so. “If you don’t want me. I wouldn’t have presumed, but…I trust you, Gokudera-kun. I trust you, and I knew you never would have listened if I just said so, and I didn’t know how else to show you and make it obvious.”
Gokudera’s words were stuck in his throat, and so Tsuna kept rambling into the silence: “I trust you with my life every day, made you my right-hand man, but even that isn’t enough to get through to you; I know it isn’t. And it hurts that you’ll listen to anything I say but that, that you’re so determined to keep me safe and watch over me but still can never let yourself see how much faith I have in you to do it. So even if we don’t…go through with this…will you at least remember that? Even if you don’t want me, will you remember that you’re good enough to?”
A beat.
Then, the quietest of whispers: “Gokudera-kun, you’re shaking.”
“T-tenth…”
Tsuna shook his head vehemently, the motion setting off a quiet clinking sound from the handcuffs. “Tsuna. Please. At least here.”
And he didn’t have the chance to say anything more, because then Gokudera was on the bed, carefully straddling him with a knee on either side of Tsuna’s hips, and kissing him with the same desperate fervour Tsuna already knew so well from battle. He was still trembling so badly that his fingertips felt like butterflies against Tsuna’s cheeks, but then, Tsuna had started trembling just as badly beneath him, and neither really seemed to care.
And when Gokudera gasped his name into his mouth - his name - Tsuna’s hips bucked involuntarily, his leg wrapping around Gokudera’s waist and the heel of his foot digging gently into the small of his back to press them even closer together. He whined softly just as Gokudera let out a helpless groan, moving down to bury his face in the curve of Tsuna’s neck and trail small heated kisses over its length.
“You’re so beautiful,” he breathed against his skin, and the words sounded more like a sob. “So beautiful.” He continued to follow the pulse downwards, finally pressing an open-mouthed kiss directly over his heartbeat - and then caught a nipple carefully between his teeth while stroking his hands along Tsuna’s sides. If he’d actually stopped to think about it, he never would have been able to go on from there (it was too much, too much, and he was already far too overwhelmed) - but he couldn’t think, not with the way Tsuna was arching up into him, all smooth skin and pleading whimpers and responding to his touch.
His.
And right then, that was all he needed to know.
“May I-?” he started in a voice shaking as badly as his limbs, now tracing his fingertips along the waistband of Tsuna’s boxers, and Tsuna gave him an immediate nod.
“Anything, Gokudera-kun. Anything.”
And Gokudera didn’t let himself think about that either, only moved. A long-fingered hand was slid slowly into the boxers, and Gokudera was the one who moaned first at just the feel of Tsuna in his hand, leaning back up to muffle the sound against Tsuna’s lips and catch Tsuna’s answering noises on his tongue. He learned quickly - memorising which speeds caused the hardest shuddering in the body below his, which movements of his wrist caused the sharpest inhalations of breath.
And he only pulled away from Tsuna’s mouth to watch the way pleasure coursed over his face, and his own breath caught sharply with something that might just have been pride.
He didn’t have the chance to watch it for long.
“Nn, god, Gokudera, I-I think I’m-”
And before he could finish, Gokudera had pushed his boxers the rest of the way down and wrapped his lips around the head of Tsuna’s cock.
It didn’t take any more than that to send the other boy completely over the edge, coming in his mouth with a sudden, sharp cry of Gokudera’s name.
“G-Gokudera-kun, you didn’t have to…do that…”
“I wanted to,” Gokudera answered quickly, still hard but sounding just as dazed as Tsuna himself. “I wanted to taste you.” I wanted to make sure that this was real.
He didn’t think he had ever seen Tsuna go quite so red, or seen him quite so stunning. He was still panting, muscles quivering and skin covered in a fine sheen of sweat, lips swollen and eyes half-lidded; and Gokudera could think of nothing more than continuing to touch him, of mapping every inch of that skin out with his hands.
“Can you - can you uncuff me, please? The key’s on the bedside table,” Tsuna asked quietly, and Gokudera rushed to comply, wanting to lace his fingers through his and slowly kiss the red marks left from the cuffs away, to feel the pulse beneath his lips.
But Tsuna had other things in mind.
The moment he had been freed and moved back up into a sitting position, his hands were on Gokudera, undoing his belts as he brushed kisses along his throat, smiling shyly up at him as he stripped him all of the way down.
Gokudera bit hard at his lower lip, digging his nails into his palms and fighting not to come at just the way Tsuna looked at him. He didn’t want this to be over yet, ever, and he refused to let himself end it so soon…
And then Tsuna took his freed cock in his mouth, lips and tongue sliding slowly, wetly, down the shaft; and Gokudera could do nothing but fist his hands into those soft tufts of hair, coming so hard he didn’t even have the air to scream.
He didn’t know which one of them caught hold of the other first, after - was really, all things considered, surprised he even still knew his own name. All he knew was that neither was letting the other go, arms wrapping around sweat-slick bodies in a tight, comforting tangle of limbs.
“You make me so happy, Gokudera-kun. So happy,” Tsuna murmured sleepily, hair tickling Gokudera’s skin as Tsuna nuzzled his face into the hollow of his throat, head tucked neatly beneath his chin; and there wasn’t even a word of complaint when Gokudera clutched him so fiercely to his chest that he almost couldn’t breathe.